1.11.2011

birdwings



Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
up to where you're bravely working.

Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.

Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes,
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.

Your deepest presence is in every small contracting
and expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated
as birdwings.

- Rumi

3 comments:

sara said...

ALFIE said...

i love this. really and truly. so so beautiful.

diane said...

sara...<3

alfie...me too. rumi makes my heart sing.